My Room
A plain sandy brown wooden door leading in to a creamy white room, the faded brown carpet feels rough to the touch.A hot and pale pink desk sits next to four flowting shevels piled high with books and odds and ends.
My street
My street is as steep as mount Cook, it is possiable the steeps street in Wellington.You drive up holding your breath waiting to see if you will fall back down.
A plain sandy brown wooden door leading in to a creamy white room, the faded brown carpet feels rough to the touch.A hot and pale pink desk sits next to four flowting shevels piled high with books and odds and ends.
My street
My street is as steep as mount Cook, it is possiable the steeps street in Wellington.You drive up holding your breath waiting to see if you will fall back down.